Attributes are infinitely increasing, I dominate multiple

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"I'm stupid!!!"

"Oh my God!"

"Am I...watching a movie?!"

"How can you be so strong?!"

"This is outrageous!"

“Unimaginable!!”

“Is this still martial arts?!”

At the same time, many martial arts experts noticed Mu Cang's amazing fist and kick skills just now.

Mu Cang was like a martial arts god descending to earth, practicing heavenly martial arts for them.

Shocking!

Admire!

This is their only mental activity at this time.

And the combo just now was the unparalleled unarmed sparring technique that Mu Cang deduced by integrating hundreds of martial arts techniques - "Liuyun Sanshou".

There is no intention to attack and defend, and there is action through inaction. The clouds rolling around all things are the essence, and the endless changes are all attributed to the nine-style Sanshou.

All things return to emptiness, replacing reality with emptiness, alternating reality with reality, neither big nor small, neither life nor death.

The essence of Liuyun lies in the word "wu".

Nothing can bring about existence, so ‘being’ can give rise to all things.

In the arena.

The battered Gai Zhoutian had turned into a half-shattered dark yellow skeleton covered with cracks.

The skeleton was covered with soft blood and mud, lying on the ground lifeless.

Sudden!

Kakaka~

The blood and mud quickly flowed and covered the skeleton, and frantic repairs began.

"It's great that the vitality is so strong!"

When Mu Cang saw that his body was miraculously repaired again, he stood up and looked at Gai Zhoutian with an angry face. Instead of being angry, he was happy to see Lie Xin.

He immediately rushed forward again and used Liuyun Sanshou again on the opponent.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly there were sounds of various bones exploding, skin, flesh and organs exploding, blood splattering, muffled roars...

One after another, the sound is endless.

Everyone in the entire arena looked at this scene in stunned silence.

It felt like the terrifying atmosphere just now had been cleared away overnight, and it was even a bit funny.

"You can move as you please, like a horse flying in the sky, and like an antelope hanging its horns, there is no fixed method, and there is no trace to be found!"

Wang Nanxun in the distance was amazed when he saw Mu Cang's Liuyun Sanshou.

"It's like the clouds in the sky, generating thunder and wind. It's indescribably wonderful. It's really the pinnacle of martial arts."

Master Zhenming couldn't help but said in shock.

But at this moment...

"Kill the body! Kill the heart! Kill the soul!"

Gai Zhoutian, who was beaten into a flesh and blood skeleton in the center of the ring, suddenly looked up to the sky and roared:

"Three kills, give me a blast!!!"

boom! ! !

A large area of ​​intense black and red airflow appeared, covering Gai Zhoutian and rising into the sky.

After rushing into the air, the black and red air mass rotated rapidly, stirring the air and screaming.

Mu Cang, who was on the ground, looked up at the air mass and did not pursue it.

"Interesting, are you going to use any weird tricks again?"

He shook his head and whispered, "I just asked you to use all your cards. You are really disobedient. It seems that the blow I gave you was not painful enough."

Huhuhu~

After a few seconds, the blood mist dissipated, and a red demon-like figure with huge bat wings on its back emerged in the air.

It was Gai Zhoutian who managed to escape with his life by using a secret method.

"Hahahahahaha, I survived, I survived! Hahahahahaha!!!"

Gai Zhoutian was waving his bat wings high in the sky, bending down and laughing wildly. …

Then, he turned to look at Mu Cang below, his expression suddenly turned vicious, and he gritted his teeth and said with a cruel smile:

"Aren't you going to kill me? Come on! Come and kill me!"

Gai Zhoutian roared hysterically as if he had been greatly humiliated:

"I will tear off your limbs and gouge out your eyes. I will torture you into a stinky maggot that will lie on the ground forever struggling. I will find your relatives and friends, and then tear them into pieces and feed them little by little. You hahahaha..."

"Too much nonsense!"

Mu Cang, who was on the ground, frowned slightly, and with a sway of his body, he suddenly imagined four or five figures of himself with exactly the same appearance and aura.

"Anger often comes from one's own incompetence."

Several Mu Cangs raised their heads at the same time and spoke softly.

Gai Zhoutian, who was howling at the top of his lungs, was stunned and looked down in disbelief.

"Wha...what?! What's going on?!"

At this time, several Mu Cang statues below them swayed one after another, and each of them imagined several versions of themselves again.

Two is born, two begets three, three begets four...

Just like cell division.

In just a few seconds, the center of the arena was crowded with more than a hundred Mu Cang.

And each one has the same powerful aura, overwhelming the entire arena, like an invincible immortal Buddha.

Everyone in the venue was stunned by this sudden scene.

"Clone Technique?!"

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"How is that possible?!"

"This is a fairy magic!"

Song Di shook Bai Xiaosheng vigorously and shouted:

"What kind of martial arts does His Highness Ninth Highness use? Do you know? Do you know?!"

Bai Xiaosheng shook his head in confusion: "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know anything, I'm already stupid!!!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Wang Nanxun coughed up blood and laughed wildly, "Gai Zhoutian, you are dead, hahaha!"

He didn't understand what Mu Cang's ability was at all, but he knew that Gai Zhoutian was definitely doomed.

Old monk Zhenming also clasped his hands and sighed: "Amitabha, it seems that His Highness the Ninth Prince has really entered that unknowable and unpredictable realm."

Gai Zhoutian's pupils in the sky widened and he roared crazily:

"Impossible, this is impossible! It's all an illusion! It's all an illusion! You can't fool me..."

Before he finished speaking, hundreds of Mu Cangs on the ground stepped hard.

Boom!!

As if an earthquake had occurred, hideous cracks appeared on the ring, and everyone present fell to the ground.

Hundreds of Mu Cangs rushed to the sky and rushed towards the shocked Gai Zhoutian.

In the air...

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!

Before Gai Zhoutian could react, hundreds of Mu Cangs had stepped on the air to create a series of vacuums, approached him, and hit various parts of his body with fists or feet.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!!

Mu Cangs turned into afterimages and began to attack Gai Zhoutian at high speed.

Tearing, elbowing, kneeing, kicking!

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Gai Zhoutian, who was beaten half-crippled by Liuyun Sanshou just now, did not scream at all, but now he screamed continuously.

It was all because Mu Cang used another unique skill - "Qiu Long Ba Jin".

This skill is also the pinnacle of Mu Cang's integration of hundreds of thousands of strength techniques.

It is the culmination of strength.

No matter the body surface, acupoints, internal organs, meridians, muscles and even bones of the person who was hit, they would be entangled by a domineering poisonous force like a Qiu Long, and continue to be damaged.

This poisonous force is a combination of Yin poison and Yang poison, which are linked to each other and circulate as a whole.

At least a martial artist who has stepped into the acupoints and refined the acupoints to produce innate true qi can heal himself, and he must heal his wounds day and night for several days to remove the poisonous force.

This terrible force can even cause great damage to the soul and will.

Those who are hit are in excruciating pain.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang! ! !

The exaggerated continuous explosions spread throughout the arena, even shaking the dust and dirt on the ground.

At this moment, the martial artists in the audience below were completely stunned.

They were all shocked by Mu Cang and lost their minds and speech.

Most martial artists, with their amazing eyesight, could only barely see in the sky,

that the bloody flesh ball named Gai Zhoutian was being wrapped (beaten) by countless streams of light, constantly expanding and changing its shape.

And a few martial artists who were proficient in spiritual arts could easily sense the endless waves of chaotic emotions that Gai Zhoutian was emitting to the outside world.

Confusion, pain, fear, despair.

That's right.

Gai Zhoutian, who was like falling into a painful hell, felt that every second was extremely long at this moment. . .